perfection of
perfect timing is more than some empty handed expression no – perfect timing is essence of what the flower teaches synchronicity and your best friend nothing to interpret this is stretching beyond perception as we cripple...ode (to jhene)
sometimes an artist inspires you deeply – jhene aiko efuru chilombo is one of those artists to me. this poem incorporates as many of her song titles (in blue) as i could think of in the moment i wrote it in my car! behind this maze of eternal sunshine from...spilling freedom
this freedom is spilling like gravity into the hands of thought winged and masked for the journey from dream to flesh we are neither sleeping nor awake in limbo – numb from the pain of truth and love and power spirit screams into the silence & you can only...in other news
understand this with a gentle knowing… & see how creation is always at the mercy of the vessel through which it flows the vessel is always at the mercy of the message which it receives the message is subject to the receptivity of the vessel and at the same...the standard
& having successfully mastered strength – -
vulnerability is the
only thing that
makes sense now
praying is not a plea
praying is not a plea – it is an opportunity to create a clear alliance with the highest, most evolved, purest version of you. where all manner of intelligence, love, light, truth, godliness, and valor reside without the necessity of judgement or perception. the...the image
i have to admit that labor day was not very laborious, but when the wind and heat drove me and two friends to the emeryville marina and i came upon this beautiful image of one man indulging his senses or his spirit (whichever it may have been), i took it as an...august 2014: train of thought
We continue to evolve each moment and it seems we become less human with every passing sun – less human, more spirit. Less sight / more vision. More observation of miracles, of love, of what makes us grow without a need for justification. This is the goal, isn’t it?...when i close my eyes
the world seems to melt when my eyes close the sound of growing wings of anticipation for change sounds like forming ice sounds like spinning sounds like preparation behind a veil that holds no shame a veil assembled before beauty was unwelcome disguised by its own...poetry
i will probably write you poetry for the rest of your life (just to make sure you know what everyone else will surely forget) the desire to continuously improve one’s self is indeed a mark of greatness and although im not sure even the veins of my poetry are...
